Qin Hao rolled his eyes. Is this guy stuck in his teenage fantasies?
"What, are you really going to disrespect me like this?"
Liu Yaode said, gritting his teeth.
Backed by his wealth, he had charmed countless beauties before.
Whenever he dropped his name or flaunted his money, there was hardly ever a woman who remained indifferent.
Today, getting rejected was a real blow to his ego.
"I'm sorry!"
Lin Yuhan refused him firmly, suppressing her inner displeasure.
"Fine! You've got guts!"
Liu Yaode said, glaring at Qin Hao with hatred: "Pretty boy, I'm gonna beat you to death today!"
"Stop!"
Qin Hao looked innocent: "You can't get the girl, so you're gonna hit me?"
"Bro, are you brain-dead or just plain stupid? Need the number for a mental hospital?"
"You're fucking asking for it!"
Liu Yaode roared angrily, throwing a punch fiercely at Qin Hao.
Bam!
The fist struck Qin Hao's face with a dull thud.
Qin Hao's expression didn't change, his smile remained calm.
"Ah!"
